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. His financial woes would sort themselves out--surely, after all these years of being a responsible customer, his creditors would take a tolerant attitude. As for Kim, well, she was gone and that was that. The hurt was fading rapidly and that should tell him something. If he had loved her--truly loved her, the way Xris loved Marjorie--then the hurt wouldn't let loose. In a way, this was good.
The knock on the door jolted him awake.
"Yeah?" he called.
"Me, Armstrong." The voice came through the door. "Ready for the tour?"
"No, not really," Rowan grumbled, wondering for a moment if he could get out of it. You've seen one bridge, you've seen 'em all. Armstrong was interested, of course. As controller, he'd be working on board this ship. To Rowan, it was a means of transportation, nothing more. Still, he didn't want to offend Captain Bolton. "I'm coming."
He splashed cold water on his face, ran his hand through his hair, and opened the door.
The bridge was the usual blinking display of electronic equipment and control panels--all the very latest. Any other time, Rowan would have been fascinated. Now, the bright lights blurred in his eyes. Captain Bolton formally welcomed the two agents to the bridge, and gave them a guided tour. She explained the navigation and helm positions, communications station, and the command station. Rowan deftly turned a yawn into a sneeze
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